A name ever call your name?

I tried not to think of you but your name inevitably invaded it entered uninvited but I never rejected it It’s not that I was avoiding you I just didn’t feel it was the right time we both needed the distance I can sense that now that we’re away An unspoken agreement...

sandía

Mom made us a home held the sandía while he sliced it again and again. Piece meant to make us think about the differences in how we internally and publicly recognize the value of a mother’s and father’s contributions within a nuclear...

Uprooted Love

The mountains guard love that will soon be despair as the sunset cools sand that resembles your hair Your cinnamon skin lays right next to mine our bodies form shadows like clouds in the sky Your fingers sink in searching to root into rich land that served as your...

Old Patterns

I’m attracted to travelers before learning they’ll soon fly away My soul knows better than to fall in love with someone who will make me stay So I’ll keep loving those who would rather leave And meet them again in my nostalgic...

Searching for you

I yearn to find you and fight for you, with you, alongside you I yearn for you to hold my face and brush my hair away from my eyes to gaze deeply into them As we enter each other’s universe and become one Until your touch feels embedded in my skin And my kisses...

raíces de mi padre

“Raíces de mi padre,” shows my father interacting with the figurative land of his home country and the physical land of his receiving country. He was out in the backyard, doing his thing, as usual, and I was compelled to capture. This audiovisual poem...

Period Happy & Horror Stories

Many periods ago, I shared my frustration around my inconsistent menstrual cycle and heavy bleeding via social media. I really just wanted to vent and talk openly about periods with other womxn. The outcome of this chismosa initiative was perfect. Being drunk &...

Home Making Rituals

Home making is a form of survival Passed down from those who were always on the move From San Luis Potosi to Guadalajara From Mesquite to Guadalajara From La Cañada to Guadalajara From Guadalajara to the Los Angeles Always on the move Could not afford to not know how...

Letting Fear Go

I wish I could remember the building I snuck into that night. I’d climb back to its roof and thank the winds and trees that teamed up to speak to me. I’d reassure them that I gave into their message. I’d tell them I learned to believe in me and my ability to love and...

The Streets My Father Walked

I’ve always been curious about my dad’s hometown – La Cañada de Caracheo in Guanajuato, Mexico. The closest I’ve come is Guanajuato City when I was nine years old during a detour from our family’s periodical trip to Guadalajara, Jalisco....